A hush descends upon the house
the only noise being the thoughts in my head
… the worries and stresses
Will it always be like this?
Will I break the mould,
wriggle free?
Shatter my prison
and realise my dreams?
Yet I have everything I want
within these four walls
For when you pull back the thick blanket
of woes and struggles
The heart of the home is revealed
And it is love.
Joining us together,
binding our strengths,
wrapping us in hope.
Love.
© www.mypastmademe.com 2011
a strong hearth is a powerful thing.
I remind myself of what I have as much as possible. In losing so much, I now have things I could never have before. A bitter irony. 🙂